WINGING IT

Bedraggled bird walks in,
Broken wing cannot sing.
Ruffled feathers on its tail,
Got here on the monorail.

Birds come down,
From Sky to feed.
Just like my mind,
Gone to seed.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-16 at 00:10

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2023-02-16